It isn't only Indian cattlemen whose lives
have been affected. Hundreds of white
ranchers have sold out superb cattle range to
the housing developers.
"This was our town," cattleman George
Anderson told me, "till the oilmen took over.
Now they run the Ranchmen's Club and
even the Calgary Stampede."
George's voice was plaintive: "The Stam
pede grounds aren't what they used to be.
They have so many trade fairs and auto
shows now, and it's all just for tourists."
George is also a cattle auctioneer, and he
was heading for a flight to auction cattle in
the United States.
R ECESSION DIVERTED Calgar
ians' minds from skyscrapers and
expansion. There is new emphasis
on the quality of life. A 75-million
dollar Calgary Centre for Performing Arts is
going up, with three theaters and a new
home for the Calgary Philharmonic.
In a rehearsal hall at the University of
Calgary I met the city's best recognized eth
nic of all: Arfpd J6o (pronounced Yoe), an
immigrant from Hungary (page 388).
I watched him playing the piano while
conducting the orchestra with his head and
eyes. Slight and slender and calm, when he
Feelings of self-worth rise at
Crowfoot Sunrise Residence (left),
an alcoholic treatmentcenterfor
those of Indian heritage.
CounselorJohnLittle Light
asked members to imagine
themselves on an airplanethat
will crashunless some jump out to
reduce the weight. "The ones
who volunteered often had a low
self-image," he said. "We found
out who was hurtingthe most and
why." By watching videotapes of
sessions, clients study how they
appearto others.
At Calgary University's
FoothillsHospitalan anesthetist
checks the display screen of a
hemodynamic trackingsystem
duringsurgery (right).
Manufacturedby Global O.A.
Systems Inc., the micro
computer monitors blood pressure,
cardiacoutput, temperature, and
other vital signs.
takes baton in hand he becomes a willow in a
wind of sound. Arpid is international: He
carries an American passport, lives in Cal
gary, and has been a guest conductor in Lon
don, Amsterdam, Budapest, and several
cities in the United States.
He invited me to Calgary's Mount Royal
College, where he teaches master classes for
gifted young musicians. His assistant for the
occasion: Kalmin Berkes, first clarinetist of
the Budapest Philharmonic.
"Kalman flew in from Hungary Friday,"
Arpad said. "It's his third day in North
America, ever. Forgive his English."
On piano and clarinet the two performed
a mini-concert, then took turns critiquing
the students' solos, Arpad translating Kal
man's Hungarian. Having played her flute
and heard Kalman's critique, a girl with
blond hair and knee-length wool socks re
turned to the audience and sat by me.
"What did he tell you?" I asked this 14
year-old. Her name was Rhian Kenny.
"To demonstrate more happiness in my
harmonic changes,"
she replied, "and to
make my staccatos more staccato."
Did she know anything about her critic, I
wondered, impressed by her aplomb. "Well,
two things. He's 31 years old, and he's the
best clarinetist in the world. Arpad himself
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